I stumbled on this today, and it got me thinking.

And what I thought was: what if we all actually believed ourselves worthy of this kind of life, of this kind of love? What if each of us believed we were honestly deserving of the truly extraordinary and nothing less? What then? (The cynical side of me says: well, then marriages/relationships implode left and right, until the wheat is separated from the chaff? And then we each go on and find the lives and loves we deserve? And would that be such a bad thing?)
Shouldn’t we believe all of that already, though? Shouldn’t we believe ourselves worthy, and demand the extraordinary from our lives, our loves? Why don’t we?




